Growing up in California I have to chuckle every time I find a note on my car here in Oregon. You see, living in a temperate rain forest, you can’t just put a note on someone’s car without taking precautions to assure it’s legible when found. Therefore, many people use the tried and true Ziploc bag as a message protector. Finding one of these packages on my windshield after work last Monday, my thoughts ran toward whether or not I had paid my parking rent for the month. I couldn’t imagine why else there would be a note on my car. I pulled the package from under the wiper blade, got in the truck and proceeded to read about a utility van that backed into the tree growing next to my parking spot. Evidently the van smacked a fairly large branch that fell nicely across my hood and into the windscreen of a truck parked next to mine. My chuckling stopped abruptly.
How did I miss that!?
Fortunately, a construction crew nearby saw this unfold and one of the worker’s had the presence of mind to chase the van as it began to pull away securing the license number of the van and the name and phone number of the company. He relayed this information to Lorrie, the owner of my parking space, who kindly left me the Ziplock secured missive. Yes, there is still hope for humanity.
Tuesday, I called the company where the owner seemed casually uninterested, as if this happens frequently. He gave me “the direct number to Christie in claims” without pause, which pretty much confirmed my suspicions. I was beginning to worry a bit but knowing I have the option of filing with my insurance company alleviated some of that concern. Wednesday was spent getting estimates (and a nice lunch with the neighbors) and Thursday I spent the day playing catch-up at work. I didn’t get much time in the yard and suddenly the week was over and I felt like I missed something. Oh…I did…I missed blogging. Then again, I wasn’t in the best of moods so all six of you were spared my whining…until now.
Today, I’m feeling a lot better. The weather has turned sunny and warm and I got a call from the insurance company saying my estimate looks good and they’ll cut me a check. With that bit of news, the boss in North Carolina all week and the weather holding through the weekend, I’m looking forward to casual evenings in the garden, sitting on the deck watching the birds bring their fledglings to the feeders and romping with the dog. Yeah…I’m making up for last week!